"I'll take a bit more reverb,"
or perhaps we go green twig fishing,
while the Weedeater hums on lackluster
fuel, but I shut the window on the vacant worker boys,
palms on silvers and a thumbpick,
laughing at the hardhats and the dimness of the noise.

Change your mind
change it again
you may get the chord
when you begin the begin.

The drums were a tad behind
but still so nice and low,
I dont need to eat any meat or
the beautific glow.